The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Alaric felt a woman leaning against him, her perfume mingling with the scent of makeup, instantly filling his nostrils.

Once upon a time, he relished the allure of such encounters, always eager to wrap his arms around any beauty that came his way, engaging in playful banter.

But now, his tolerance for such closeness had vanished, replaced with an irritable fire burning within him. Yet, Ruby, holding a wine glass, edged it towards his lips, the liquid threatening to spill over.

Unable to bear it any longer, Alaric pushed the woman away forcefully, "Get lost, don't come near me!"

A shriek followed as the wine glass crashed to the floor, its shattering sound echoing through the room. The crimson wine spread across the floor, mingling with shards of glass, bubbling in a gruesome sight.

Ruby, shocked at first, quickly knelt down to retrieve a bracelet soaked in the spilled wine. It was her own bracelet that flew off when Alaric had pushed her away. The bracelet, adorned with a ruby, had lost its gem in the fall, its whereabouts unknown.

Seeing the platinum bracelet missing its precious stone, Ruby's face was etched with panic. "My bracelet, it's ruined! Where's the ruby? It was priceless."

As Ruby frantically searched the floor, Richard and Ethan exchanged glances, taken aback by Alaric's sudden outburst and the resulting chaos. Alaric had indeed changed from the man they once knew.

The women accompanying Richard and Ethan, noticing Ruby's distress, expressed their concern. Mila, standing by Richard, inquired, "Ruby, is that the ruby bracelet Reginald gave you just the other day?"

Ruby nodded anxiously. "Yes, yes, Reginald insisted it was extremely valuable and that I should take great care of it. I can't believe it's damaged now, and the gemas missing... What am I going to do..."

Hearing Reginald's name, Alaric's displeasure was evident. He knew Reginald as a business mogul who preferred brute force over brains.

Confronted with Ruby's distress, Alaric remarked dismissively, "It's just a ruby bracelet. What's the big deal? I've got plenty, pick whichever you want!"

He produced three ruby necklaces from his suit pocket, laying them on the coffee table for Ruby to choose from. It was only fair since he was responsible for the loss of her bracelet.

Ruby glanced at Mila for approval, who nodded slightly, prompting Ruby to examine the necklaces. Her focus wasn't on the rubies, but on the logos. Each necklace bore a "J" logo, not the "W" she was looking for

Apologizing, Ruby bravely told Alaric, "These necklaces can't compensate for the value of mine."

Alaric's demeanor darkened instantly, his anger palpable. "What did you say?"

Ruby shrank back, fearing his wrath.

"My bracelet was designed by W, who's recently become a household name. Her designs are far more valuable than those by lesser-known designers. Even these three,

necklaces don't match the value of

my single bracelet..." Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Alaric's eyes flashed with fury at the slight against Hertha, a designer he held in high esteem. He couldn't stand anyone speaking ill of her, already burdened by the troubles from Georgia and Angelina.